最后一班公交车，扯上几乎没什么人了，小雅一直靠在我肩膀，我们带着同一个耳机，里面放着一首熟悉的歌，《tonight i wanna cry》

lone in this house again tonight

i got the tv on,

the sound turned down and a bottle of wine

there's pictures of you and i on the walls around me

the way that it was and could have been surrounds me

i'll never get over you walkin' away

i ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show

and i thought that bein' strong meant never losin your self control

but i m just drunk enough to let go of my pain

to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes

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